Li Rao lowered her head shyly and laughed, "I'm bashful."
Wei Shiran chuckled softly and didn't pressure her any further; he got up and went into the bathroom.
The moment he turned around, the expression on his face gradually faded.
There was not a hint of desire in his eyes, his lips were indifferent.
There would be no next step.
The reason he acted this way was merely to see what she was pretending to be. Sure enough, her eager and willing attitude to engage in something with him was there, and yet she deliberately pretended to be the one initiating the idea to sleep in separate rooms?
How pointless.
Truly pointless.
Wei Shiran came out of the bathroom only a few minutes later, and just as he was about to speak, he realized that the room was already empty.
Meanwhile, in the WeChat group, a piece of entertainment news had dominated the screen.
